She Wolf; Ruby/Gold
Title: She Wolf
Pairing: Ruby/Mr. Gold
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 742
Summary: She regrets a lot of things, but she isn’t going to regret this.
Authors Note: For dj_rocca, whom I received for Secret Exchange over at onceuponaland. I figured you needed some smut, too. Since I wasn’t able to finish the other fic on time. Look for part 2 of that sometime in the near future. Hope you like this one too, lovie! I normally only write smut for my OTP’s, so this was a step out of my comfort zone.
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She regrets a lot of things, but she isn’t going to regret this.
At least, that’s what she tells herself as she arches with a sharp moan beneath one sweaty pawn shop owner. He’s better that she thought, and it takes biting her lip to still the building scream. Every thrust is precise; he knows how to angle his hips, how to swivel them at just the right instant. Who’d have thought Mr. Gold, the highly intimidating entrepreneur, was fucking fantastic in bed?
With her head pressed back into the pillow, she tries not to think anymore and just feel as tingles of pleasure rapidly make their way through her highly stimulated body. Every nerve ending inflamed with the fire he’s instilled within her. The rough texture of his hand as it glides from the flesh of her breast, nipple puckered from his previous attentions, and boldly dips his touch between their thriving bodies. Her fingers dig into his shoulders as his thumb presses the bundle of nerves between her legs, making her inner muscles flutter at an increasing rate.
She realizes she won’t last much longer if he continues to tease her into orgasm, although it’s enough with his cock and deeply measured strokes he’s taking in and out, keeping a pace that’s both agonizing and toe curling.
His lips find her neck, and his hand has abandoned her clit, tongue rough and as he suckles the base of her throat, she’s reminded of their foreplay session and how expertly he’d lavished her sex. The memory sends a shiver through her, and she bucks her hips into his next plunge, finally stealing a groan from him.
And such a sound coming from this man elicited by her ignites something primal.
Before she truly is of sound mind to register her actions, Ruby’s legs are curling up around his waist, and in a quick motion so as to not disrupt their intimate connection, flips him onto his back.
The surprise that lights his gorgeous brown eyes makes her smile, satisfied with the pleased look that soon takes over his features.
“If you wanted to be on top dearie, all you had to do was ask.” he mutters, the words falling off his tongue smoothly in that accent of his.
Ruby would have retorted had she not felt this strange urge to dominate. So instead of humoring him with light hearted banter, she rises above him until his swollen member has escaped her warmth. The pang of loss that coils through her is something to ponder later, but for now she wants only to hear her name pour from his lips thickly.
Fingers firmly pressed to both pectorals of his surprisingly broad chest, the man is truly fit for his age (and had she not removed his tuxedo, she’d never have known). Dragging her nails down to the reminiscent abs which appeared to may have adorned his lower stomach in youth, she impales herself swiftly upon his waiting erection. The shock of pleasure that tore through them brought forth simultaneous breaths of relief.
She holds him there, watching his dark eyes darken further, and his tussled locks are unruly and hang over his eyes to give him the appearance of something sinister. Her body lurches as she begins to move, and she’s rough as she rocks, squeezing in attempt to milk him for all that he is worth. She’s not as careful as he was, and quickens soon after, her breathing labored as she undulates above him.
Something within her is so innately familiar with this. Her sexual prowess has always been keen, but this. With this man. It’s something else entirely, and she can’t quite pinpoint just what it is.
As his fingers dig into her hips, his own bucking up into her as they climb the precipice of ecstasy together, she feels everything coalescing in the pit of her stomach. Head thrown back, she groans his name, and then he pulls her hips down abruptly, connecting them and sheathing himself to the hilt within her.
A warmth bursts just as the dam breaks; and her eyes fly open. Flashes of a life she didn’t know she’d forgotten prolong her shaky release.
Gold watches quietly after he’s growled her name to the world. He can see the new glow of her body, the old spirit of his Red shining like a beacon in her now golden yellow eyes.
There’s his She Wolf.
Pairing: Ruby/Mr. Gold
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 742
Summary: She regrets a lot of things, but she isn’t going to regret this.
Authors Note: For dj_rocca, whom I received for Secret Exchange over at onceuponaland. I figured you needed some smut, too. Since I wasn’t able to finish the other fic on time. Look for part 2 of that sometime in the near future. Hope you like this one too, lovie! I normally only write smut for my OTP’s, so this was a step out of my comfort zone.
- - x - -
She regrets a lot of things, but she isn’t going to regret this.
At least, that’s what she tells herself as she arches with a sharp moan beneath one sweaty pawn shop owner. He’s better that she thought, and it takes biting her lip to still the building scream. Every thrust is precise; he knows how to angle his hips, how to swivel them at just the right instant. Who’d have thought Mr. Gold, the highly intimidating entrepreneur, was fucking fantastic in bed?
With her head pressed back into the pillow, she tries not to think anymore and just feel as tingles of pleasure rapidly make their way through her highly stimulated body. Every nerve ending inflamed with the fire he’s instilled within her. The rough texture of his hand as it glides from the flesh of her breast, nipple puckered from his previous attentions, and boldly dips his touch between their thriving bodies. Her fingers dig into his shoulders as his thumb presses the bundle of nerves between her legs, making her inner muscles flutter at an increasing rate.
She realizes she won’t last much longer if he continues to tease her into orgasm, although it’s enough with his cock and deeply measured strokes he’s taking in and out, keeping a pace that’s both agonizing and toe curling.
His lips find her neck, and his hand has abandoned her clit, tongue rough and as he suckles the base of her throat, she’s reminded of their foreplay session and how expertly he’d lavished her sex. The memory sends a shiver through her, and she bucks her hips into his next plunge, finally stealing a groan from him.
And such a sound coming from this man elicited by her ignites something primal.
Before she truly is of sound mind to register her actions, Ruby’s legs are curling up around his waist, and in a quick motion so as to not disrupt their intimate connection, flips him onto his back.
The surprise that lights his gorgeous brown eyes makes her smile, satisfied with the pleased look that soon takes over his features.
“If you wanted to be on top dearie, all you had to do was ask.” he mutters, the words falling off his tongue smoothly in that accent of his.
Ruby would have retorted had she not felt this strange urge to dominate. So instead of humoring him with light hearted banter, she rises above him until his swollen member has escaped her warmth. The pang of loss that coils through her is something to ponder later, but for now she wants only to hear her name pour from his lips thickly.
Fingers firmly pressed to both pectorals of his surprisingly broad chest, the man is truly fit for his age (and had she not removed his tuxedo, she’d never have known). Dragging her nails down to the reminiscent abs which appeared to may have adorned his lower stomach in youth, she impales herself swiftly upon his waiting erection. The shock of pleasure that tore through them brought forth simultaneous breaths of relief.
She holds him there, watching his dark eyes darken further, and his tussled locks are unruly and hang over his eyes to give him the appearance of something sinister. Her body lurches as she begins to move, and she’s rough as she rocks, squeezing in attempt to milk him for all that he is worth. She’s not as careful as he was, and quickens soon after, her breathing labored as she undulates above him.
Something within her is so innately familiar with this. Her sexual prowess has always been keen, but this. With this man. It’s something else entirely, and she can’t quite pinpoint just what it is.
As his fingers dig into her hips, his own bucking up into her as they climb the precipice of ecstasy together, she feels everything coalescing in the pit of her stomach. Head thrown back, she groans his name, and then he pulls her hips down abruptly, connecting them and sheathing himself to the hilt within her.
A warmth bursts just as the dam breaks; and her eyes fly open. Flashes of a life she didn’t know she’d forgotten prolong her shaky release.
Gold watches quietly after he’s growled her name to the world. He can see the new glow of her body, the old spirit of his Red shining like a beacon in her now golden yellow eyes.
There’s his She Wolf.